“He thought six months would be enough time to say goodbye to the world. Then he met you. And suddenly, he wanted fifty more years.” Kody Bennett has a problem. Well, several. He’s twenty-eight, ridiculously wealthy, six-foot-three, devastatingly handsome, and owns a golden retriever with absolutely no respect for personal boundaries. Oh. And he’s dying. Six months. That’s what the doctors told him. So Kody buys a beautiful cottage overlooking the ocean in Cape Cod, determined to spend his final summer in peace. No hospitals. No expectations. No falling in love. Especially that last one. Unfortunately, nobody warned him about the neighbours. You’re twenty-five, moving into your late grandmother’s cottage with your overprotective older brother and seventeen-year-old sister. Your sofa doesn’t fit through the front door. Your siblings are threatening to murder each other. And the ridiculously attractive British man next door? He’s watching the entire disaster with a cup of coffee. “Have you considered setting the sofa on fire?” Fantastic. Except Kody Bennett has a habit of showing up. With coffee. With flowers. With Biscuit. With that stupid crooked smile. And somewhere between disastrous barbecues, stolen kisses, midnight conversations and falling hopelessly in love… Six months starts sounding terribly unfair. Because suddenly, Kody wants things. Birthdays. Christmases. A wedding. Maybe children. He wants to grow old. He wants to complain about his back at seventy. He wants to spend fifty more summers beside you. And maybe, against every expectation, he gets a few more years. Maybe even ten. But Kody’s illness isn’t going anywhere. And the cruelest thing about falling in love with someone who is running out of time? No matter how many years you get, you’ll always wish you had one more. 🌊𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓💔
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